And that is all...

Hosts of kingdom come
Rhythm of our days
Paradise, like hair — undone
Whispered «come what may’s»
May then june then fall
And that is all
And that is all…
Couples in the hay
Deathbed as routine
Children are a gift — a plague
We fear them like machines
May then june then fall
And that is all
And that is all…
Field mice love the sun
Its convalescing gaze
What little we have done — is gone
Like whispers in a daze
May then june then fall
And that is all
And that is all…
Weatherbirds of prey
Silence during meals
Bodies shall decay-and then
Mother spring will heal
May then june then fall
Then winter —
And that is all…